Our Love Is True - Poem by George Likuu
1208 days,7 hours and 33 seconds ago you crossed my threshold to the unknown subsistence of lust, sinful desires, gratuitous smiles and fantasy driven diversions from life…
What brought you to my door? Curiosity? Lust? Sadness? Loneliness? Me?
I remember the days hours and seconds preceding our commencement… I wanted to run as far as the end of the world… As your car pulled up my stomach became a volatile pot of bubbling anticipation… My heart raced with fear and excitement of what would become of the next…
Bubbles, heartbeats, sweating, weakening knees! 'WHERE CAN I HIDE? ' RUN! !
Left right, left right I heard your sandals getting closer! Knuckles tight and white, I opened the door.
There you stood you, a glowing smile, bright blue non judgmental eyes, you…
The missing brick in my foundation, the twinkle in my eyes, the spark in my desire and the fire in my heart… You…
Awestruck by your beauty, guided by your smile, my fears and worries melted away…
A new beginning… a new life… True love…
True love is not easy…
Our love is like a diamond in the sand… The diamond, our love, the sand our life… Some days the sun glistens upon us and we smile.. Sometime the tides gently cover us with sand and we cope… Some storms bury us under dunes so high it seems hopeless and lost…
Tomorrow is a new day, we can't stop the tides and we can't turn off the sun… with love, dedication and devotion, the sun will shine upon the many facets of our love and we will feel the sand on our toes and watch hand in hand the sun slip easily into the sea …
Happy 45,760,479 seconds anniversary of our inclination… I will forever cherish you existence, love and warmth… you are a goddess of love, beauty and imagination.. I will love u forever… Happy b day my love xoxoxoxoxo
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